Maybe there's some rule against looking put together in the toddler room.
Let's just say I know Henry's preferred brand of diaper, now. You'll have to
use your imagination because there's no way for me to put a picture up
without some sort of federal agency investigating me.
This morning, Henry walked into the learning center with a new look. His
hair was combed, he had on a shirt and a puffy coat (there's still snow on the
ground in Chicago, after all). His socks were perfectly cuffed and his shoes
were velcroed tight. On his face, Henry wore a defiant smile. Where one might
have expected a pair of pants, there were none.
As he was escorted to the toddler room by both parents and his four month
old sister, it wasn't completely clear what had gone down before Henry left the
house, but it was very, very clear that he had won.
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